Tick, tick, tick!

Buddha's surely frowning down upon me

What better way 
to kill a tick
than to tape it
to a bottle rocket!

Send that leggy little thing
high into the sky
and blow it
to smithereens!

How appropriate
to end that critter's days
by giving it a ride 
to somewhere far, far away,
much as it grabbed rides
and sucked the life
out of its most gracious hosts!

Buddha's surely frowning down
upon me for being pleased
that life's been snuffed out 
of that tiny little thing,
but as Little Jack would say,
with his father's blessing,
"Damn that was fun(ny)!'